When you think of a monk, you might picture a quiet man tucked away in the isolated wilderness, shrouded in mystery. But on this week's Cityscape, we’re bringing you the "Urban Monk," whose monastery on Manhattan's Lower East Side is anything but secluded.

It’s a scene we’ve seen countless times in the movies and on television. A woman is walking down the street and is catcalled by a group of men working on a nearby construction site. It’s typically portrayed as a laughing matter, but that kind of behavior is rooted in a much more serious issue.

Some of them are tasked with helping us find our way around. Others are charged with telling us what to do or not to do to keep us safe. And some of them are in the business of trying to persuade us to buy something. We're talking about signs.

If you live or work in New York City, you’ve definitely passed them on the street. Maybe you’ve even hung around to listen to them, or pitched a dollar into one of their instrument cases. Whether underground, in the park, or on the sidewalk, buskers are a way of New York City life. On this week's Cityscape, we're delving into the world of buskers in New York City, from a 12-year-old cellist to a woman who plays the saw.

Tomorrow is Mother’s Day -- a time to honor the women in our lives who’ve loved and nurtured us through the years. A lot of us will do that with a greeting card -- perhaps one with a pretty picture of a flower on the cover and a poignant saying inside. But, what if moms had the chance to write their own greetings?